How I Wish She'd Be Greatful
For The Love He Cherishes
In His Own Beating Heart
As It Beats, For Only Her
How She Should Love The Feeling
Of Their Lips Wrestling Sweetly
And Of FingerTips InterTwined
Every Bittersweet Day That Passes
Oh How I Had The Boy
Netted In My Loving Web
Entangled In My CHarming Presence
Six Arms Couldn't Hold Him Down
I See That I Must Have Done Wrong
Hugged Him Too Tightly
Punched In The Numbers Too Soon
Screamed His Name Too Softly
'must Have Driven The Boy Insane
For That It How He Came Across
When He Spoke Three Words
A Last Time, In December
I Know This Story Has Come To End
And A Sequal Is Not In Process
But I Cannot Help MySelf
For Hating That Day, In December
Tags: